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26 May 2012

Silenced

Gagged
I don’t want to talk today
I won’t want to talk tomorrow
The viper that bit me
Had a morbid tongue
The bitterest black poison
Threatens to drag me down
To my darker layer
But I’ll keep my silence
Learn how to bite my tongue
I’ll die by degrees
And keep to myself
The secrets of a lifetime
That was lived in error
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1 comment:

  1. The dead may dance, but they don't talk.

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